Scully: Mulder, when a terrorist bomb threat is called in, the rational purpose of providing that information is to allow us to find the bomb. The rational object of terrorism is to promote terror. If you'd study the statistics, you'd find the model behavioral pattern for virtually every case where a threat has turned up an explosive device; and if we don't act in accordance with that data, if you ignore it as we have done, the chances are great that if there actually is a bomb, we might not find it. Lives could be lost .... Mulder. Mulder?

Mulder:(he appears behind her) Boom.

Scully:(startled) Jesus, Mulder!

Mulder: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element of surprise, random acts of unpredictability? If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced. (eats a sunflower seed) What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.

Scully: I know you're bored in this assignment, Mulder, but unconventional thinking is only gonna get you in trouble now.

Mulder: What makes you think I'm bored?

Scully: You've gotta quit looking for what isn't there. They've closed the X-files. There's procedure to be followed now ... protocol.

Mulder: Maybe we should call in a bomb threat to Houston. I think it's free beer night at the Astrodome.

Scully:(tries to open door) Aww, now what?

Mulder: It's locked?

Scully: So much for anticipating the unforeseen.

[Mulder tries to open the door and it opens easily, Scully smiles.]

Scully: I had you.

Mulder: No, you didn't.

Scully: Oh, yeah. I had you big time.

Mulder: You had nothing. Come on, I saw you jiggle the handle.

Scully: I saw your face, Mulder. There was a definite moment of panic.

Mulder: You've never seen me panic. When I panic, I make this face. (no expression on his face)

Scully: That was the face.

Mulder: You didn't see that face.

Scully: I saw that face. (she smiles) You're buyin'.

Mulder: What? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV?

Scully: Something sweet.

Mulder: Whatever you told them in there, Scully, you don't have to protect me.

Scully: All I told them was the truth.

Mulder: They're trying to divide us on this and we can't let them.

Scully: Mulder, they have divided us. They're splitting us up.

Mulder: What? What are you talking about?

Scully: I have a meeting with OPR day after tomorrow for reimidiation and reassignment.

Mulder: But they're the ones who put us together.

Scully: Because they wanted me to invalidate your investigations into the paranormal. But I think this goes deeper than that now.

Mulder: This is not about you, Scully. They're doing this to me.

Scully: They're not doing this. (pauses) Mulder, I left behind a career in medicine because I thought that I could make a difference at the FBI. But it hasn't turned out that way. And now if they were to transfer me to Omaha or Cleveland, or some field office, it just doesn't hold the interest for me that it once did. Not after what I've seen and done.

Mulder:(realizing) You're quitting.

Scully: Maybe you should ask yourself if your heart's still in it, too.

Mulder: Awww, I woke you... (walks in) Did I wake you?

Scully: No.

Mulder: Why not? It's three in the morning...

Scully: Are you drunk, Mulder?

Mulder: I... I- I was until about 20 minutes ago, yeah.

Scully: Was that before or after you decided to come here?

Mulder: What exactly are you implying?

Scully: Go home, Mulder.

Mulder: Unmarked tanker trucks. What are archeologists hauling out in tanker trucks?

Scully: I don't know, Mulder.

Mulder: And where are they going with it?

Scully:(consults her map) That's the first question to answer if we're going to find them.

Mulder:(stops at a stop sign) What are my choices?

Scully: About a hundred miles of nothing in both directions.

Mulder: Well, which way do you think they went?

Scully:(puts down the map) We've got two choices. One of them's wrong.

Mulder:(looks left down the highway) I think they went left.

Scully:(looks right) I don't know why, I think they went right.

[Look at each other, Mulder stares straight ahead and takes off driving straight ahead on an unpaved path.]

Mulder: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong? (Scully rolls her eyes) Never. (she looks shocked and amused) Not driving anyway.

Mulder: What's wrong?

Scully: Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately.

[Mulder turns away, can't seem to believe this is happening.]

Scully: I already gave Skinner my letter of resignation.

Mulder: You can't quit now, Scully.

Scully: I can, Mulder. I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, but ...

Mulder: We are close to something here! (turns in his chair to look at her) We're on the verge!

Scully: You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me.

Mulder:(gets out of his chair and walks over to her) After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?

Scully: I have. I did. It's done.

Mulder: I need you on this, Scully.

Scully: You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back. (He looks hurt; she looks away and turns to leave) I gotta go.

Mulder:(follows her into the hallway) You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!

Scully:(stops, turns to face him) Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down...

Mulder: But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest... you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing. (Scully looks shocked at this admission; her eyes fill with tears) I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know if I can ... and if I quit now, they win.

[Scully begins crying silently; leans into Mulder; he wraps his arms around her. She closes her eyes and leans on his shoulder, crying. She pulls back and kisses him on the forehead; rests her own forehead against his, still crying. Mulder slowly pulls her face back so he can look at her, his hands resting on the back of her head. They look into each others' eyes; slowly begin to lean forward to kiss; their lips barely touch when Scully suddenly jerks and grabs the back of her neck.]

Scully: Ow!

Mulder:(seems to think he did something wrong) I'm sorry.

Scully: Something stung me.

Mulder:(grabs the bee from her collar and holds it between his fingers) Must've gotten in your shirt.

Scully: My pulse is thready... a funny taste in the back of my throat...

Mulder: I think you're going into anaphylactic shock.

Scully: No... I have no allergy.

[Mulder runs into his apartment and dials 911.]

Mulder:(on phone) This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, I have an emergency! I have an agent down!

Mulder:(giving her CPR) Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

[She tries to speak; he leans down close to her mouth to hear.]

Scully:(hoarsely) I had you big time.

Mulder:(handing Scully a newspaper) There's an interesting work of fiction on page 24. Mysteriously, our names have been omitted. They're burying this thing, Scully. They're just going to dig a new hole and cover it up.

Scully: I told OPR everything I know. What I experienced, the virus, how it's spread by the bees from pollen in transgenic crops.

Mulder:(he gets up and starts walking; she follows) You're wasting your time, Scully. They'll never believe you, not unless your story can be programmed, categorized, or easily referenced.

Scully: Well, then we'll go over their heads.

Mulder:(he stops and looks at her) No. No. How many times have we been here before, Scully? Right here. So close to the truth and now with what we've seen and what we know to be right back at the beginning with nothing.

Scully: This is different, Mulder.

Mulder: No it isn't! You were right to want to quit! You were right to want to leave me! You should get as far away from me as you can! I'm not going to watch you die, Scully, because of some hollow personal cause of mine. Go be a doctor. Go be a doctor while you still can.

Scully: I can't. I won't. Mulder, I'll be a doctor, but my work is here with you now. That virus that I was exposed to, whatever it is, it has a cure. You held it in your hand. How many other lives can we save? Look... (takes his hand) If I quit now, they win.

Skinner: You don't see what's going on here, do you? There's forty-five million dollars worth of damage to the city of Dallas. Lives have been lost. No suspects have been named. So the story that's being shaped ... is that this could have been prevented.

Mulder: They want to blame us?

Skinner:(sits down next to him) Agent Mulder, you and I both know that if it looks bad, it's bad for the FBI. Blame has to be assigned somewhere.

Mulder:(looks at the ground, then up at Skinner) If they want somebody to blame, they can blame me; Agent Scully doesn't deserve this.

Skinner: She's in there right now saying the same thing about you.

Bartender: So, what do you do?

Mulder: What do I do?

Bartender: Mmhmm.

Mulder: I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually, with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet. (laughs) So, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the shit-storm of all time.

Bartender: Well. I would say that about does it, Spooky. (takes the drink away)

Mulder: Does what?

Bartender: Well, looks like 86 is your lucky number.

Mulder:(takes money out of his wallet) You know, one is the loneliest number.

Cigarette Smoking Man: There are complications. (he looks at the surveillance video and WMM looks as well) Mulder saw one of the infected bodies that we destroyed in Dallas. He's gone back there again. Someone has tipped him.

Well-Manicured Man: Who?

Cigarette Smoking Man: Kurtzweil we think.

Well-Manicured Man: No one believes Kurztweil or his books. He's a toiler, a crank.

First Elder: Mulder believes.

Cigarette Smoking Man: Then Kurtzweil must be removed.

Strughold: As must Mulder.

Well-Manicured Man: Kill Mulder, we take the risk of turning one man's quest into a crusade.

Strughold: Then you must take away what he holds most valuable. That with which he can't live without. (Cuts to show Scully)

Clerk: ID and floor you're visiting, please.

Mulder: We're going down to the morgue.

Clerk: That area is currently off limits to anyone other than authorized medical personel.

Mulder: On whose orders?

Clerk: General McAddie.

Mulder:(signs the book) General McAddie is who requested our coming down here. We were awakened at three AM and told to get down here immediately.

Clerk: I don't know anything about that.

Mulder: Well, call General McAddie. (starts to walk away)

Clerk: I don't have the number.

Mulder:(stops) Well, then call the switchboard, they'll patch you through.

[Clerk fumbles through papers.]

Mulder: Jesus, you don't know the switchboard number?

Clerk: I'm calling my C.O. (Picks up the phone on his desk, Mulder puts his hand on the receiver's button, cutting him off.)

Mulder: Listen, son, we don't have time to dick around while you demonstrate your ignorance of the chain of command. The order came directly from General McAddie, you call him. We'll conduct our business while you confirm authorization.

(Mulder and Scully walk off, leaving the clerk standing with his phone in his hand; clerk seems to believe Mulder]

Clerk: Why don't you head on down and I'll confirm authorization.

Mulder: Thank you.

Scully: Do you boys live around here?

Kid 1: Yeah.

Mulder: You see anybody diggin' over there?

Kid 1: We're not supposed to talk about it.

Scully: You're not supposed to talk about it? Who told you that?

Kid 2: Nobody.

Mulder: Nobody? The same nobody that built that playground? Nobody buy you those new bikes, too?

Scully: I think you better tell us.

Kid 1: We don't even know you.

Scully: Well, we're FBI Agents.

Kid 1: You're not FBI Agents.

Mulder: How do you know?

Kid 1: Cause ya'll look like door-to-door salesmen. (laughs)

Mulder:(pulls out his badge) Hey, you wanna buy a badge?

Frohike: Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

Mulder: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow... Toto! (Frohike scowls; Mulder tries to sit up then winces and touches his bandaged head in pain) What am I doing here?

Langly: A few centimeters to the left and we’d all be playing harps right now.

Frohike: You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

Mulder:(sitting up in bed quickly) Where's Scully?!

Byers: We put together you called 911. That call must have been intercepted.

Frohike: Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee we found in your hall. (holds up a vial containing the bee)

Mulder: I’ve got to get to her.

[Mulder attempts to get up, but has trouble. Skinner enters and helps Mulder to stand.]

Skinner: Mulder, easy, easy... look, you're staying right here.

Mulder: You don't understand, this goes all the way back to Dallas.

Skinner: Tell me where she is, I'll find her.

Mulder: I don't know where she is! But I can think of someone who might.

Skinner: You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? How far will they let you get? Because they’ll know the minute you walk out of here!

Langly: What can we do?

Mulder:(grins) You can strip Byers naked…

Byers: What?!

Mulder: I need your clothes.

Mulder: Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? (no response) I'd like to get out of the car now. (to the driver) Stop the car!

Well-Manicured Man: Driver. (car stops in an alley) The men I work with will stop at nothing to clear the way for what they believe is their stake in the inevitable future. I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, as I was ordered to kill you. (Suddenly grabs a gun and shoots the driver in the back of the head; Mulder jumps.)

Mulder: Ow!

Well-Manicured Man: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder. (Opens his door and exits; holds the door open) Get out of the car.